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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Bad Manners to the grime 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Monks,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.