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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.