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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 cv313 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.