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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.