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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 The Beau Brummels to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.