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 Australia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.