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 Suriname and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.