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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Basic Channel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.