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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Steve Hackett to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
The Remains,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.