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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Visage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.