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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.