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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Ultravox to the disco 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.