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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mars to the punk 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Ronan,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.