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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.