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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.