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 Brunei and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.