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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.