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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.