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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Cameo to the funk 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.