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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.