Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.