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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Bobby Byrd to the dance 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.