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 Serbia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.