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 Liberia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cymande to the jazz 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.