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 Rwanda and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
The Fall,
DNA,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.