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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David McCallum to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.