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 Canada and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brand Nubian to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.