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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Audionom to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.