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 Zambia and from Accra.
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 Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Marc Almond to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.