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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alarm Clocks to the techno 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Q65,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
the Association,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.