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 United States and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Fear,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.