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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
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 Nirvana to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.