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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.