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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Sight & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.