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 India and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
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 808 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.