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 Oman and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fuzztones to the disco 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.