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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.