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 Honduras and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
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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.