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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.