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 Croatia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Fear,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
JFA,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.