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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Bobby Womack to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.