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 Belgium and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.