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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the funk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.