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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.