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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.