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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Television,
Pole,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.