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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.