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 Japan 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.