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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Chrome,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.