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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.