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 Benin 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.