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 Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 the Normal 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.