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 Norway and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Andrew Hill to the rock 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.