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 Sweden and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cal Tjader to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.