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 Gabon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.