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 China and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
PIL,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.