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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.