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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
This Heat,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.