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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
UT,
Pole,
the Human League,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.