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 India and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Magazine,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.