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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Grauzone to the disco 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.