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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.