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 Rwanda and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fatback Band to the dance 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.