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 Mexico and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.