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 Italy and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 CMW to the punk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.