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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 48th St. Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.