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 the UAE and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.