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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Quando Quango to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.