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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sugar Minott to the rock 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Scion,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.