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 Serbia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.