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 Sweden and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Can,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.