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 Georgia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Manchester and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 FM Einheit to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Swans,
Skarface,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.