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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 World's Most to the rap 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.