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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Yaz,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.