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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Q65 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.