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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pantytec to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.