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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.