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 Mexico and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.