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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.