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 Italy 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Visage,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.