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 Greece and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Television,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.