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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Zapp to the rock 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.