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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Zapp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
JFA,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.