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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.