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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.