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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Camouflage,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.