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 Lebanon and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 New Order to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Ossler,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.