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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Magazine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.