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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eddi Front to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.