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 Denmark and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.