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 Argentina and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.