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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Crime,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
Pole,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.