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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.