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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monolake to the rap 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.