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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Moebius to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.