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 Laos 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Swans,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.