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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Derrick May to the disco 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.