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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Parry Music to the jazz 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.