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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Blancmange to the jazz 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.