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 Norway and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Sandy B,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.