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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Avey Tare 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.