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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.