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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.