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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moebius to the disco 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Index,
The Names,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.