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 Algeria and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Thompson Twins to the techno 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
CMW,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.