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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.