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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Japan,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.