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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
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 linndrum 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 Quando Quango to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.