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 Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.