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 Micronesia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.