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 Venezuela 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Hardrive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.