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 Colombia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Quadrant to the jazz 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.