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 Algeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Qualms to the dance 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.