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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fuzztones to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.