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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Scion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.