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 Chad and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 JFA to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.