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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.