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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the rock 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.