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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Patti Smith 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.