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 Albania 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
Television,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.