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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.