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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Q65,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.