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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Trojans to the funk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.