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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Q and Not U to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.