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 Yemen and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.