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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Robert Wyatt 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.