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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Laurel Aitken to the disco 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Cybotron,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.