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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magma to the jazz 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.