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 Mali and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Slave,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.