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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blancmange to the crunk 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.