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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott to the rap 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.