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 Cameroon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Camouflage to the techno 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.