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 Bolivia and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.