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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.