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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 H. Thieme to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.