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 Estonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
MDC,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.