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 Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.