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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.