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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Audionom to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Faust,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.