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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Organ,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.