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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.