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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Davy DMX to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.