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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.