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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
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 Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.