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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.