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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Scion,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.