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 Brunei and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.