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 Japan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Colin Newman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.