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 Lithuania 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 DNA to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.