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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
Lyres,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.