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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.