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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Scion,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
X-102,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.