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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Audionom to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.