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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.