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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.