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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Jandek,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.