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 Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
JFA,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
The Busters,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.