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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.