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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.