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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Surgeon to the punk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Hoover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.