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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Gahan 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.