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 Gambia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Bobby Womack to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
Can,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.