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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.