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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Yazoo to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.