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 Japan 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Television,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.