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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nirvana to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.