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 Burundi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.