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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
The Busters,
The Index,
The Litter,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
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.