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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.