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 Liberia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skriet to the jazz 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.