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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Heaven 17 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.