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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q and Not U to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.