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 Czech Republic and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.