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 Iceland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the dance 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
the Association,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.