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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Real Kids to the rock 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.