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 Belarus 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Wings,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.