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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Black Dice to the grunge 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.