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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Roxette to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.