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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.