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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
MC5,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.