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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.