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 Eritrea 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.