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 Lithuania and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Television,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.