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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.