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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.