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 Benin and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rekid to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.