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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.