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 Peru 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Quadrant to the grime 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.