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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.