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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red 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?
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.