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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.