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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
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.