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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Model 500 to the funk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Nas,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.