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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.