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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Swans,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.