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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.