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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the dance 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
AZ,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.