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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
Ultravox,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.