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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slave to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.