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 Fiji and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.