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 Russia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.