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 Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Angels of Light to the dance 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.