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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 The American Breed to the electroclash 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
The Move,
Cameo,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.