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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Rapeman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Magazine,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.