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 Angola and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.