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 Thailand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Ultravox to the grime 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
MDC,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.