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 Oman and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Joe Finger to the rap 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.