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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Brick,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.