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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.