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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
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 1973 at the first Television 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Magazine,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.