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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.