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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.