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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
The Names,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.