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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Doobie Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.