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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Liliput to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.