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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.