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 Iran and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.