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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Sneak to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.