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 Ireland and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Index,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.