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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor 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 grime 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.