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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Almond to the grunge 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
The Index,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.