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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Severed Heads to the techno 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.