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 Gabon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Excepter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.