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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.