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 Ghana 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Wasted Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.