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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.