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 Kenya and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.