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 Burundi and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.