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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Buckinghams to the crunk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Symarip,
Inner City,
Hoover,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.