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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.