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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.