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 Uzbekistan 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.