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 Armenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fatback Band 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.