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 Japan and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Patti Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.