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 Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Colin Newman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.