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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 PIL to the rap 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.