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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.