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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 The Cure to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.