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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.