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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.