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 Belize and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 the Normal 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.