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 Armenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Q65 to the rock 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index 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?
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.