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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Ohio Players to the grunge 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.