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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Flipper to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Television,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.