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 Belgium and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Erasure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.