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 Benin and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Infiniti to the techno 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Mars,
Technova,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.