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 Malaysia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Erasure to the rock 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.