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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Little Man to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.