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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Associates to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.