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 Germany and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Japan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.