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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Ossler,
UT,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
Rakim,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.