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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Saints to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.