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 Panama and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.