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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the disco 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.