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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.