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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Index to the rap 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
The Standells,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.