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 Gabon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Outsiders to the punk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.