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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Soft Cell to the rap 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.