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 Cuba and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Mummies 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.