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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.