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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.