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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
PIL,
DNA,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.