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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Icehouse to the punk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.