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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
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.