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 Ghana and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Leonard Cohen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.