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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Kas Product to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Q65,
Joy Division,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.