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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.