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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Franke to the jazz 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
Skriet,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
Television,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.