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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.