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 Indonesia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.