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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.