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 Israel and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lakeside to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears 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?
Symarip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.