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 Grenada and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.