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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.