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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.