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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
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.