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 Burkina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Blancmange to the electroclash 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.