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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Vogues to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.