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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.