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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
X-102,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.