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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Slave,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.