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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.