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 Brazil and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.