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 Ghana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Television,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.