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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Toasters to the techno 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.