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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Visage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.