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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 cv313 to the disco 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.