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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slick Rick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.