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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 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 Eurythmics to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Nico,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.