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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.