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 Fiji and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Symarip to the funk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
UT,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.