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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.