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 Iceland and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 The Buckinghams to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.