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 Cameroon and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Can,
Make Up,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.