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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
DNA,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.