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 Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.