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 Albania and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Gichy Dan to the techno 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.