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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Lyres to the rock 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.