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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.