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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s 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 Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
Crime,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.