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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.