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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.