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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
Quantec,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.