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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.