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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.