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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Pagans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Sheep,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.