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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 PIL 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.