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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kayak to the rap 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
the Association,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.