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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
UT,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.