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 Bolivia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Mark Hollis to the punk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.