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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.