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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
Scion,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.