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 Mongolia and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.