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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fluxion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.