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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the crunk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Smog,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.