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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Cameo,
Index,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.