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 Taiwan 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Monks,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.