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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.