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 Germany and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Andrew Hill to the grime 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.