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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Josef K,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.