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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.