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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
New Order,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.