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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the disco 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.