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 Mongolia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Niagra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.