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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.