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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.