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 Nepal and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.