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 Portugal and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Los Fastidios to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.