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 Uganda and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Index,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.