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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.