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 Latvia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Ossler 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.