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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.