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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.