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 Iceland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Tommy Roe to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.