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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 B.T. Express to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Slave,
The Move,
The Wake,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.