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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Index,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.