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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Quantec to the disco 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.