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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Moebius,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.