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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
Magazine,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.