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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Main Source,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.