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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.