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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the grunge 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.