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 Iran and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Kayak to the rap 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.