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 East Timor 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxette to the dance 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.