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 Niger and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.