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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Grey Daturas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.