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 Ireland and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.