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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Shoche,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.