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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Saccharine Trust to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Lalann,
Quantec,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.