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 Malta and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.