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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Guru Guru to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.