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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Skatalites to the techno 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.