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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.