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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Skaos to the grime 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.