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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
Can,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Magma,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.