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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.