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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Section 25 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.