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 Gabon and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Heaven 17 to the funk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
X-101,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.