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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
The Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.