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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 guitar 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.