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 Canada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Easy Going to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.