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 St Lucia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Mars,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.