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 Georgia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.