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 Zambia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.