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 Israel and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Sandy B to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.