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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.