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 Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Whodini,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.