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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.