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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio 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 jazz 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Television,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
JFA,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.