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 Mexico 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Crime to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.