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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Roxy Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.