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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Thompson Twins 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.