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 Yemen and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-101,
cv313,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
June of 44,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.