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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Mars,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.