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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Joyce Sims to the dance 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.