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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.