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 Moldova and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 The Trojans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.