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 Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.