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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.