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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.