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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Smog to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Nico,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.