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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Little Man to the grime 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.