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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.