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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sugar Minott to the funk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
New Order,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.