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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.