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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.