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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Little Man to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.