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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Thompson Twins to the rock 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.