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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.