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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
The Victims,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.