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 Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Suicide,
ABBA,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.