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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.