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 Russia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 The Litter to the dance 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.