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 Lesotho and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.