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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.