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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
The Sonics,
CMW,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.