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 Syria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.