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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.