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 Andorra and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Trojans to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
The Index,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.