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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Chrome to the disco 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.