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 Estonia 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
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 clarinet 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.