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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Rapeman,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.