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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Tubeway Army to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.