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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.