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 Zambia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bauhaus to the jazz 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.