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 Qatar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.