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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pole to the jazz 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
The Martian,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.