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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Joyce Sims to the electroclash 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.