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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
Ossler,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.