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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.