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 El Salvador 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marc Almond to the disco 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.