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 Chile and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Q65,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.