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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne to the rock 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.