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 China and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Kinks to the jazz 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.