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 Romania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Index,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.