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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantytec to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.