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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Duran Duran to the techno 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.