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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dead C 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
The Standells,
Hoover,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.