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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.