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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.