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 Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Niagra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.