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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
CMW,
The Martian,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.