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 Dominica and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pagans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.