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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.