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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
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 Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.