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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Camouflage to the techno 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.