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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Popol Vuh to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.