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 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Ten City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.