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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Mars to the rock 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
Niagra,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.