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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Wings 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.