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 Canada and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 X-102 to the grime 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.