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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Seeds to the electroclash 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.