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 Qatar and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
a-ha,
Nico,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.