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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
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.