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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.