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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.