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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.