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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 New Age Steppers to the disco 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.