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 Suriname and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
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 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.