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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ornette Coleman to the disco 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
10cc,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.