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 Nauru and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life 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.