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 Burundi and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 B.T. Express to the grunge 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.