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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the disco 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.