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 Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dark Day 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Television,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Oneida,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.