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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily to the grime 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
Japan,
Fear,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.