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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.