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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.