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 Benin and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Divine Comedy to the punk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.