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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Kool Moe Dee 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '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 Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
The Motions,
AZ,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.