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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 FM Einheit 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Visage,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.