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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Index,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.