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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.