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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.