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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Urselle,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.