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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultra Naté to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers 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?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.