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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Slave,
Faust,
Ultravox,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.