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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Trojans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.