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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.