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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Model 500,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.