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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.