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 Vietnam and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.