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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 PIL to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.