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 Uganda and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.