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 Uganda and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Flipper,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.