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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.