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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rapeman to the rock 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.