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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Busters 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.