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 Algeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.