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 Haiti 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.