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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Visage,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Scion,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.