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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.