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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Index to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
Rakim,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.