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 Togo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.