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 Austria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.