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 Korea South 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Index,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.