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 Angola and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dave Gahan to the rap 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.