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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Wire,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.