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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Nas to the grime 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.