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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Yellowson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
JFA,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.