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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 T. Rex 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Index,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.