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 Peru and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Hardrive 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.