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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Duran Duran 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.