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 Bahamas and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.