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 Belgium and from New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.