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 Turkey and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.