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 Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the crunk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Echospace,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.