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 Iraq and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Ronan to the jazz 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Mars,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.