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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Pylon to the grunge 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
Technova,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.