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 Belize and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.