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 Greece and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.