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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Nas,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.