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 Luxembourg 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the electroclash 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Litter,
Monolake,
EPMD,
a-ha,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.