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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Quantec to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.