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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Organ to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
DNA,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Wire,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.