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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.