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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Groovy Waters to the rap 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.