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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.