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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.