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 Madagascar and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.