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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.