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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.