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 Albania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.