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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.