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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.