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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.