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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.