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 Panama and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Alphaville to the funk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Cymande,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.