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 Nepal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.