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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.