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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.