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 Argentina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans 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?
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.