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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Terry Callier to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.